September 25th, 1991. Jericho, Texas was no longer a ghost town as it's last remaining family, the Carmichael's welcomed triplet boys. Anthony, Benjamin, and Clayton.
There wasn't much to do in Jericho, a town filled with cattle and ghost barns. Benjamin's Pa had been out of work for years, with little motivation to find a job. Pa was motivated though, to find the next bottle to consume. Often, he'd come home late, drunk, and would take it out on Ma. Benjamin and his brothers first memory is their Pa striking their Ma after a long night of drinking. Ma was no cupcake though, she stayed up one night waiting for Pa to come home and hit her again. When Pa arrived, Ma was sitting in her chair, facing the doorway, shotgun in her lap. "What in the hell do you think you're doing with my gun Woman?!" Pa yelled as he started moving towards her. Ma stood up, put that shotgun barrel right between his eyes and calmly stated "Get out. Don't ever come back." Smirking, Pa replied "You don't have the guts to pull the trigger". Ma cocked the gun and pressed it even harder against his head ready to pull the trigger, but saw all 3 of her boys watching from the staircase, all next to each other and watching. "I have enough guts to protect my boys from a drunk monster like you. Now you've got 3 seconds. 3..." Pa didn't move. "2" Now Pa's face had changed from cocky to worrisome. "1" Pa slowly backed towards the door, hands to his side. He took one last look at the boys. Pa went out the door, walked to his truck, turned it on, and that was the last time the boys ever saw their Pa.
Growing up, Benjamin and his brothers were very tight knit. Sure they had their fights, but Ma was always there to remind them that no one in this world was going to protect them except each other. Ma homeschooled the 3 boys and taught them how to read and write, but most importantly she taught them right from wrong. Benjamin had a very active imagination and would read any book he could get his hands on. It was something him and his Ma shared, they would often read together at night while Anthony and Carmichael would wrestle around for the last knock-off brand Oreo.
Ma started not feeling so great and passed away quickly when the boys were 14. Buried out back underneath her favorite tree, the boys had no more direction. As they stood there in silence, they looked at each other and promised that no matter what, nothing would ever come between them and they would always "do right by Ma". Surviving on their own, the boys looked out for each other, took care of each other, and truly became brothers. When Benjamin was 17, one particular night hit him hard on just how much he missed his Ma. He pulled out one of his favorite books "The Killer Angels", a narrative on the Battle of Gettysburg. Reading it to his brothers, they were all enamored by the sense of justice, morality, and "doing right by Ma". With little direction and nothing else to do in a ghost town, the boys headed in to the local town of Nacogdoches and enlisted in the Marines.
At the ages of 18, Benjamin and his brothers enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. During boot camp, the brothers undertook parachute training and combatant diving qualification courses and were designated 0326 Reconnaissance Marine, Parachute and Combatant Diver Qualified, and were assigned to the 27th MEU, aboard the USS Khe Sanh, and deployed overseas to the Green Sea to assist in the Chernarussian Civil War. After the civil war's end the 27th remained in Chernarus as a relief aide for the war torn Nation. In 2017, when the outbreak occurred, Benjamin and his brothers were assigned to Delta Squad, led by Lt. Peter Brooks. They were in the Northern region of Chernarus near Tisy Military Base, when radios went silent. After months of fending for themselves, the brothers were separated from their unit and lost all contact with CENTCOM. In the following years, the Carmichael brothers had did all they could to stake out a new life in this hell-torn land and were committed to surviving, no matter the cost.